The Boy Of Flame and Fire

"Sorry for what?" She asked pretending that it was nothing. She didn’t know what he wanted her to say after something like that.

"For being an ass."

"You weren’t an ass." She told him. "Cmon. Let’s go have dinner." She sighed.

"I didn’t know it would get you so upset." He turned off the car, taking the keys.

"It’s fine. I promise." She told him. It didn’t make her mad it made her insecure. First he hesitated on wanting to move in with her and then he got out of having sex with her. "I’m sorry. What do you want for dinner?" She asked. She thought she wasn’t good enough.

"I want you to talk to me."

"I am talking to you Gabe!" She said with tears in her eyes and she ran up to the house and ran inside.

"Bailey!" He called after her. "Fuck!" He slammed his fist on the steering wheel. He ran inside after her. "Bailey. Baby I’m sorry. I just.. I don’t know. I’m an idiot."

Bailey was cooking dinner as she cried. She didn’t mean to push him away. She was forcing herself on him and she didn’t mean to. “I..I’m making stirfry.” She cried and trembled in her spot.

Gabriel stood in silence, his frown ever deepening. He didn't make a move to approach her. "I love your stir fry." An attempt to change course.

"One of the many reasons not to name my child that." She rolled her eyes.

"What do you have against Lil Fucker?"

"Of course. I’ll do anything you need me to. If I could I’d give you my eyes if it means you’ll be happy." He lifted his hand to the boys soft cheek. Seeing how upset and miserable his sweetheart was made him feel sick. He couldn’t help. Not in the way he wanted. "Do you want to go to the emergency room?"

"Are you sure, baby?"

"Positive, you’ll be my guide. I’m sure it will go away." Courey sighed and plopped back down, his eyelids finally closed by themselves.

Gabe knelt beside his boyfriend, brushing his hair gently. His face scrunched up in concern although in his eyes were nothing but love. “I hope it does.”

Courey felt Gabe’s hand against his face, blushing a bit as he leaned over and kissed him. "I love you, thank you for taking care of me."

"Don’t thank me. It’s what any decent human would do. Besides," he smiled. "How can I not take care of my baby boy?"

Courey shrugged and went over to Gabe, kissing him softly as he felt his own eyes begin to hurt. "Ow." He whimpered rubbing his eyes.

"Baby what’s wrong? Does it hurt?" He bit his lip in concern.

Courey let out a loud, agonizing scream as he felt his eyes burn. His vision was returning. "Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow!"

"Courey!" He gripped the boys arm, his hand brushing back stray hairs in a feeble attempt to sooth his sweetheart.

Cristina laughed. “Does this weenie get a kiss?”

"If she says please." He teased.

She pouted. “Pwease?”

He leaned foreword, placing a kiss on her cheek.

She giggled. “Not like that,” she said before grabbing his cheeks and planting a firm kiss on his lips.

He smiled into the kiss. “Happy now?”

She giggled and kissed his nose. “Very.”

"How about I make you ecstatic?" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"I make you feel safe?"

"Yeah. I know that with you, everything is just going to fall into place. You’re good to me, and make me feel safe, and loved." Even if Gabe never told him he loved him.

Gabriel said nothing in retort. He took Jehans small, soft hands in his, pressing sweet kisses on his palms, his fingertips, his delicate little wrists. Any place he could reach. He hoped he didn't need to say it.

"Well why not?"

"Because I said so."

"I think it’s a great idea."

"Well I don’t."

"I do. You'll be the mother of Fucker. I think that's hilarious."

"Well why not?"

"Because I said so."

"I think it's a great idea."

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"Of course. I’ll do anything you need me to. If I could I’d give you my eyes if it means you’ll be happy." He lifted his hand to the boys soft cheek. Seeing how upset and miserable his sweetheart was made him feel sick. He couldn’t help. Not in the way he wanted. "Do you want to go to the emergency room?"

"Are you sure, baby?"

"Positive, you’ll be my guide. I’m sure it will go away." Courey sighed and plopped back down, his eyelids finally closed by themselves.

Gabe knelt beside his boyfriend, brushing his hair gently. His face scrunched up in concern although in his eyes were nothing but love. “I hope it does.”

Courey felt Gabe’s hand against his face, blushing a bit as he leaned over and kissed him. "I love you, thank you for taking care of me."

"Don’t thank me. It’s what any decent human would do. Besides," he smiled. "How can I not take care of my baby boy?"

Courey shrugged and went over to Gabe, kissing him softly as he felt his own eyes begin to hurt. "Ow." He whimpered rubbing his eyes.

"Baby what's wrong? Does it hurt?" He bit his lip in concern.

 ”Anything else?” He asked hopefully.

"I love how warm you are and how safe you make me feel."

"I make you feel safe?"